Naturally Bound

I am the weary traveler,
And you the raging Sea,
The boat i'm in is sinking,
and I wait for you to drown me.
I am The Door locked shut,
and You, Dear, are a Key,
Push all the right tumblers
and you just might get to peek.
 
You, Dear, are a Rose,
and I a passer by,
Pulled in by your fragrance
and the way you catch my eye.
But also you're its thorns,
which puncture through my skin
If I should try to pluck you
from the Garden that you're in.
 
You, Love, are the Moon,
And I the Tempest of the Sea,
When you pull me as I push
we rage so naturally.
I am the page on which I write,
and you my crying pen,
Revealing all that I deny
each time I call on you to vent.
  
I am the Mighty Eagle,
And you the Graceful Wind,
Lifting me to heights to which
I'm sure I've never been.
You are my loving Heart,
And I my lonesome Mind,
Denying that you're there
while you give so many signs.
  
I am utter Darkness,
and you a beaming Light,
Together we glow perfectly
without shining too bright.
I am the burning Flame,
and you the blowing breeze,
Helping me cross obstacles
in search of what I need.
 
You are Kindness, Love and Peace,
and I Death and Disease,
But if you look real hard
you just might find yourself in me.
Just like most things in Life,
we're bound so naturally,
And when we clash it makes Beauty
unique to you and me.